THE NEW COLLECTION

I would like to invite you to the new collection of my paintings called

I KNOW YOU’RE WATCHING

You can watch it live during my

BIRTHDAY OPEN STUDIO EVENING

on Saturday the 21st of September

7pm

✨ Come along and browse or chat or buy or all three ✨

But mainly just enjoy the end of summer and have a drink with the B-Day girl who happened to be the artist ;)

Hope the sun is going to shine too and we gonna have a chance to sit outside!

Each new painting will be SOON

described in the SHOP tab under

“NEW COLLECTION”

where you will find all the details and prices.

DM VIA INSTAGRAM OR MAIL for address details

MY STUDIO IS LOCATED IN WARSAW

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Uncertainty- another sister poem

Yes, I did it again.

Somewhere between the canvases.

Can't really help it.

Dare to share.

NIEPEWNOŚĆ

Porozrywany umysł

spaceruje ciasnymi ulicami

ociera zroszone szyby oczyma -

- wierne odbicia bezgłośnie skruszonej głębi.

Sen - wśród okruchów

myśli niedoczekanych,

niewyjaśnionych, po nigdy niepewnych

- ucieka oszołomiony.

Gonię świat równoległy,

chwiejąc się na brzegu skalistym

tak niemożliwymi pragnieniami

- mi(s)tycznie wyrzeźbionym.

Wczoraj nie skoczę.

This one is rather tricky to translate.

I tried anyway ;)

Uncertainty

A torn mind

walks through narrow streets

wipes the dewy windows with its eyes -

- faithful reflections of the silently crushed depths.

A dream - among the crumbs

of unanswered thoughts,

unexplained, forever uncertain

- runs away in a daze.

I am chasing a parallel world

swaying on the rocky shore

- with such impossible desires

mi(s)tically sculpted.

I will not jump, not yesterday.

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a poem of MINE

Some of you

who are closely following my ART-Instagram account

may have noticed that I sometimes write poems…

It just happens somewhere in the creative proces.

✨

Funny - it appears that it has always been with me like this… - but I’ll write about it some other time, if I’m brave enough to share the story ;)

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I write them usually in Polish

and than I dare (please don't judge ;)

to translate some of them into EN version.

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A tear hugged in a hurry, too late

trickles out clumsily

on the other cheek.

It irreversibly absorbs

rivers of the past moments,

so stubbornly still

that they run deeper and deeper without any restraint.

The well known warmth of a breath

closes her eyes, which were so ready to fly.

A painfully safe fall

represents the new beginning.

MINE, 16/03/2024

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Utulona za późno łza

sączy się niezdarnie

po cudzym policzku.

Bezpowrotnie chłonie

rzeki minionych momentów,

tak uparcie ciche,

że bez opamiętania rwące.

Ciepło znajomego oddechu

zamyka oczy wyrywajace się do lotu.

Boleśnie bezpieczny upadek

stanowi nowy początek.

MOJA, 16/03/2016

And the BIRDS

MIXED MEDIA on 250 gsm paper 24.7 cm x 19 cm

is still available ;)

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